They cut Orpheus’s bonds in the antechamber from which he and Yuushi had escaped, and dragged him straight through into Galileo’s office. The triton was seated rather nonchalantly behind his desk, and when Orpheus came in, he was writing something.
The guards forced Orpheus to his knees in front of the desk, and for a long time he was forced to remain there, waiting, while Galileo concentrated on his work.
With a final flourish, the triton signed whatever it was he was writing, and then slowly, deliberately put his quill down. He steepled his hands in front of him and turned his gaze to Orpheus. His eyes were cold.
I see they have returned you. I must thank you for discovering a weakness in my Beast that I had not known about. However, the damage you have done is unforgivable. You have hurt the Beast, and worse, you have hurt the King. You will be taken to the village. I think the household of the guard that you and your little friend knocked unconscious should do nicely. He’s been in quite a bit of pain thanks to you. You might as well give him some pleasure in recompense. He waved his hand and the guards grabbed Orpheus’s arms, leading him out of the room and through the antechamber once more. Orpheus’s mind was blank, without hope or fear or any thought at all, as they dragged him out into the streets.
The door was made of firm coral, like most of the buildings in this place, and it had a strange marbled color, white with swirls of rosy pink. Orpheus stared at it blankly, trying not to think, not certain, when his emotions finally came, what they would be. He heard the guards knocking, and was very conscious of physical sensations, of the tight pressure of one guard grabbing his arm, of the feel of the currents against his skin.
The door swung open, and Orpheus recognized one of the guards from their escape, the one who had been reassured that his extra work would get him a concubine. Orpheus said nothing, just stared at the triton, but the guard broke into a grin.
Well, he said, I guess you guys caught him then. Congratulations. Can I assume that this visit means what I think it means?
He’s all yours, said one of the other guards, shoving Orpheus forward.
The first soldier’s grin widened, and he opened the door all the way, moving back so that they could enter. Help me chain him up? he requested, and the other soldiers made noises of agreement.
Still Orpheus felt nothing as he was taken inside, jostled violently by the guards. He was led through the house, through a kitchen and a sitting room, into the bedroom. He looked around disinterestedly, spotting the chains in one corner, bolted to the wall not too high off the ground. The guards shoved him towards the corner, forcing him to his knees, and shackled him to the wall by his wrist. There were other manacles there as well, obviously ones meant for his other arm and his ankles, but they left them alone. It was not as though he could escape with his other arm free at any rate; the manacles were solid, heavy iron and locked with a key that the guard put in a drawer on the other side of the room.
The guards left him then, moving back into the main rooms of the house, leaving Orpheus chained to the wall. Alone, un-encumbered by the presence of others, Orpheus could feel the vague stirrings of his emotions, like the rippling passage on the ocean’s surface of some huge creature beneath. Anger stirred there, a rage that he knew would consume him utterly when it rose to the surface. But there was also pain there, loss, and a desperate worry for Yuushi.
But Yuushi was at least on land. He had escaped. If he could make it back to civilization, surely someone would help him. He wished desperately that he could be back with him; a prince, even a prince of a foreign nation (he had no idea where they had surfaced along the coast), was far more likely to be taken safely home, if only because he could promise and supply a reward. What if Yuushi was beset by thieves? Wild animals? Without Orpheus there to protect him...
‘Yuushi doesn’t need me to protect him,’ he argued with himself. Perhaps this was true. Yuushi had been perfectly capable of taking care of himself on their escape. There was no reason to think he wouldn’t find safety on his own.
But Orpheus was worried nonetheless.
The owner of the house appeared in the doorway and just stood there, staring at him for a few moments. His grin was sick, and sickening. He looked at Orpheus like a hungry man at the feast of a king. Orpheus said nothing, just gazed back at him evenly.
My my, isn’t this a twist of fate? the guard said, swimming towards him. He stopped just out of Orpheus’s reach. You two gave me quite the headache, you know. My friend and I were unconscious for hours. Perhaps I shall have him over one of these days and he can partake of you too. I think we both deserve it. The triton reached forward, touching Orpheus’s hair. He stroked it once, softly, before fisting it with his fingers and yanking roughly, hauling Orpheus forward.
Listen, he hissed. I am your master now. You will do as I say. My name is Erebos. You are to call me Master, or Master Erebos.
Orpheus said nothing, merely continued to stare. After a moment, Erebos threw him down in disgust. Perhaps I will get my friend, he said. We can break you in together.
And once again he left. Orpheus wondered vaguely if he should be afraid, but he wasn’t. He felt as though there was nothing that they could do that would hurt him, which was an odd thought, considering they were likely to do little else. But he didn’t fear pain, or his situation. In an odd way, it wasn’t the prospect of the current moment that disturbed him, but the idea of the future, not what was happening to him now, but what stretched in front of him for years, maybe decades. He was not afraid that in a moment, Erebos would return with another guard and they would rape him. He was afraid that this was his future; these walls, these chains, these could very well be the rest of his life.
Erebos kept his promise, and returned shortly with his friend in tow. They came into the bedroom and stood back for a moment, gazing at him. Orpheus felt like an animal in a zoo, chained up as these people kept watching him.
See, said the newcomer. What did I tell you? You work hard, you get rewarded.
I think they gave him to me because of the injury, said Erebos. So by all rights, you should have equal access to him. Feel free to visit whenever you like and use him. I thought you could help me break him in now, if you’re free.
I am. The newcomer grinned. How would you like to do this?
You get first choice, Erebos insisted. Where would you like?
The newcomer paused thoughtfully. Hmm, well, in that case... His mouth is rather lovely. I think I’ll use that.
Erebos nodded and motioned him forward, and Orpheus could see their scales parted in a familiar way he recognized, the heads of their penises already peeking out, eager to have him.
Orpheus didn’t struggle. It would have been pointless, and would serve only to make him look weak, or afraid. And he wasn’t afraid. Even when the stranger grabbed Orpheus’s hair and yanked his head downward, shoving his hardening penis between the prince’s lips, he felt no fear. Even as Erebos grabbed his buttcheeks and spread them apart, thrusting roughly inside him with no warning at all, he felt pain, but no fear.
He knelt on the floor, trying to hold himself as still as possible, as the guards raped him. It was not easy; Erebos was violent, and his thrusts slammed Orpheus forward, as he pushed himself into Orpheus’s anus over and over, pulling Orpheus’s hips back each time to meet him, so that his body was flung backward and impaled on the spear of the triton’s penis.
It felt like a tug-of-war. Erebos would haul him backwards as he thrust, to deepen the penetration, and then as he let go and drew back, the other guard would yank him forward, forcing his penis down into Orpheus’s throat. He was buffeted back and forth between the two forces, attacked from both sides.
Ah! called Erebos to his companion. He’s so tight! You’ll have to try this.
Yeah, the other guard replied. His mouth is amazing too. Nn. So soft and warm. Ah. I guess what they say is true. These humans are made for fucking. This was accompanied by a particularly deep thrust down into Orpheus’s throat, making the prince gag slightly.
Orpheus felt Erebos’s thrusts speeding up, his hips bucking wildly, pounding into Orpheus somewhat unsteadily now, fast, brutal, until Orpheus felt the triton’s seed flow into him, filling him up.
Erebos yanked himself out of Orpheus, leaving the prince feeling raw and sore, probably bleeding too, Orpheus thought. Only the other guard was left now, but he showed no signs of finishing, merely grabbed Orpheus’s head and held it steadily while he shoved his penis through Orpheus’s lips in quick jerks, pressing it deep down into his throat.
Ah, so good, Erebos said, heady satisfaction in his voice. You want to try this part?
Later, said the newcomer, sounding distracted. I want to come in his mouth first.
Fair enough, Erebos said. We’ll just have to find something else to occupy him. He paused, looking around the room, then smiled. Hey Nyx, where’s your harpoon?
Hm? Nyx obviously wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to Erebos’s words. It’s –nn- by the door. Why?
I’ll be right back, said Erebos, and disappeared from the room.
He re-entered seconds later, and from the corner of his eye (most of his vision being obscured by the body in front of him), Orpheus saw that he was carrying two harpoons, the guards’ weapons.
Erebos knelt behind him once more, and Orpheus felt hands once again on his buttocks, spreading him, opening him up.
Such a cute, tight little hole, Erebos said with a chuckle. And so eager for more it’s twitching. Poor thing. We’ll have to feed it then, I suppose.
Orpheus felt pressure against his anus as Erebos pushed the wooden shaft of one of the harpoons – only slightly slimmer than his penis – up against him. Erebos’s other hand moved slightly, adjusting his position and spreading him a little wider, and then the haft of the weapon was pushed into him, sliding deep into the cum-slicked passage. Orpheus exhaled slowly, taking it, as Erebos pushed the weapon in deeper and deeper, far deeper than his thrusts had reached, uncomfortably deep, until Orpheus felt that there must be over a foot of the thing inside him. He did his best to breathe deeply around the penis that continued to fuck his mouth, sliding in and out of his throat. Nyx thrust hard, pushing Orpheus backward, making him clench up.
Behind him, Erebos chuckled. He doesn’t want to let it go, he said to Nyx. His little hole is so very greedy. Holding that shaft so hard. I know, I know. You’d rather it be a cock, right? Well, don’t worry. We’ll make sure you get your fill.
Erebos’s fingers were on his anus once more, teasing, pulling, slipping inside him around the wooden shaft, teasing the skin until it relaxed a bit more, pulling him further open, as though he wasn’t filled enough.
Orpheus’s eyes widened then as he felt a further pressure against his anus next to Erebos’s fingers. The shaft of the second harpoon, Nyx’s, nudged at his entrance. Erebos’s fingers pulled, hard, using the leverage against the other haft to spread him wider than he should have been able to go, and then Orpheus winced as the second shaft was worked into him, slowly, maneuvering a bit to get the proper angle, wiggling a little until the end finally plopped inside. With a hard shove, Erebos rammed the spear-shaft into Orpheus, and Orpheus could feel inside him the way the wooden shafts slid against each other, as the second one slipped deeper and deeper inside.
Erebos had just finished lodging the second harpoon inside of Orpheus when Nyx’s hands suddenly tightened in Orpheus’s hair and his hips began to buck wildly. Seconds later he came in Orpheus’s mouth, spilling cum down his throat and onto his tongue, so much so fast that it dripped from both corners of Orpheus’s mouth. Nyx kept his penis deep enough inside Orpheus as he came that the prince was forced to swallow the strange fluid, at least some of it.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Nyx pulled himself out of Orpheus’s mouth. That was amazing, he said dreamily.
Erebos laughed. Between watching you do that and the way his asshole’s been twitching and gulping down its food, I’m about ready to go again. I think I’ll see if it’s as amazing as you say.
Nyx gestured gallantly at Orpheus’s cum-stained face and chuckled. He’s all yours, he said.
Orpheus was still reeling from the earlier triton’s orgasm and the pain of the two spear shafts inside him when Erebos shoved his cock into the prince’s mouth. Orpheus could still faintly, sickeningly taste his own rectum on the mer-man’s penis. He gagged, but Erebos would have none of it, thrusting deep immediately, forcing his cock into Orpheus’s throat whether the prince was ready or not. For a moment Orpheus thought he would suffocate, but he took a second to calm himself, to relax his throat and breathe through his nose, and his panic subsided.
As Erebos began to thrust inside him from the opposite end now, the recently-spent Nyx wandered around behind him to gaze at the two protruding spear shafts. You really stuffed him, didn’t you? he said to Erebos.
He was begging for it, Erebos said distractedly as he thrust into Orpheus’s mouth.
Nyx made a non-commital sound and grasped both of the shafts in one hand – Orpheus could feel the vibration of the touch throughout his body. Then came the movement; Nyx grabbed the harpoons and began to pull and push them in and out of Orpheus in shallow thrusts, mimicking the motion of fucking.
Wow, you’re right, said Nyx, this really does make you hard. I’m gonna be ready to go again pretty soon, I think.
Try his ass, Erebos suggested. It’s so nice and tight.
It won’t be after the harpoons have been in here like this, Nyx protested.
So leave them in and go in with them.
Hmmm, murmured Nyx thoughtfully as he pondered. That might take a little maneuvering.
So let me know when you’re ready and we’ll put him on his back, said Erebos.
In a moment. The shallow wiggling thrusts of the wooden shafts continued, and Orpheus could hear Nyx chuckling to himself in amusement. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing, on feeling nothing, on thinking nothing.
He let out a sharp breath as the harpoon shafts were suddenly driven home deep inside him with a forceful push. Okay, do it, was all the warning he had before Erebos’s still stiff penis was yanked from his mouth and Orpheus was flipped over onto his back. In that particular corner of the bedroom there were two chains on each wall, ending in manacles. When Orpheus was lying on his back, they shackled his other wrist to the opposite wall, and then applied the remaining two chains to his ankles. Also bolted to the wall next to the chains were two long strings, one on each side, ending in little iron bits, almost but not quite full circles, like curved pegs. Orpheus had no idea what they were for, but in a moment he found out.
The two tritons each grabbed a chain attached to one of his ankles and pulled them apart sharply, forcing Orpheus to spread his legs. They gathered up the chain, so that the links near the wall and the links near the manacles were right next to each other, with bulk of the chain hanging in loose slack below. Then they each grabbed up one of the semi-circular pegs and fitted it through the chain links, joining them together, effectively shortening the chains. In this way, Orpheus’s legs were chained open.
Much better, said Nyx, and moved himself to loom over Orpheus’s impaled body. Orpheus watched him warily, but his vision was soon obscured as Erebos grasped the sides of his face and tilted his head to the side, sliding his penis once more into Orpheus’s mouth.
But even though he couldn’t see it, Orpheus was still completely aware of what was happening to him as he felt fingers pry his already tightly-stretched anus even further open. He felt the pressure of something else, large, pushing against him, but it was too tight, there was no way it would fit, but it kept coming and pushing and pushing until finally even Orpheus could not hold back a grunt of pain as Nyx’s penis popped inside him.
Nnn! Nyx groaned. It’s so tight! Gods, it feels like he’s gonna squeeze my dick right off, he’s so tight.
Fuck him a little, Erebos suggested. It’ll loosen him up.
And so Nyx started to move, and Orpheus knew without a doubt now that something had torn, he could feel himself bleeding, could feel little else past the searing pain of his penetration. Every thrust that Nyx pushed brutally into him made shards of white break in his vision. It hurt so badly that he almost didn’t register when Erebos came in his mouth and pulled out a little to spray cum on his face. There was nothing but the pain, and the endless, endless motion of Nyx’s thrusts.
Nyx took almost as long to come the second time as he had the first. Erebos had long finished and was waiting for him by the time Nyx finally let his seed flow into Orpheus’s passage. Another grunt escaped Orpheus as the triton withdrew, the sharp head of his penis stretching him again one last time as it popped out of his anus. Orpheus lay panting for a moment, trying to get his breath back. The sensation of two spear shafts still inside him seemed a welcome break from the previous intrusion.
Excellent, said Nyx. Amazing. Truly amazing.
As you said, Erebos responded. Shall I accompany you to the door then?
Nyx nodded. I’ll come by tomorrow before our shift to get my harpoon, and we can go up to the palace together.
Sounds good, said Erebos, placing a companionable hand around Nyx’s shoulder. While you’re home, see if you can find something nice and thick that we can leave inside him while we’re on duty. So that tight little hole doesn’t get lonely without us.
Their conversation faded as the two tritons moved towards the door, and Orpheus was left lying there, shackled to the wall, with the two harpoons still buried inside him. He stared at the pale, bluish ceiling, feeling cum and probably blood as well beginning to leak out of him into the water around the wooden shafts.
‘Is this to be my life?’ he thought to himself. ‘Is this to be the rest of my life?’